I don't have real problems, just normal life woes. Nonetheless, I have a list. Want to hear it?
1. You just knew the first one would be related to babies and sleep, didn't you? You were right. He's obviously not well-rested, but correcting that is easier said than done. All I have to say is, naptime at our house right now is not for the faint of heart.
2. We need a piece of furniture for our living room (I use the word "need" loosely - we have chosen to buy it, I should say). I almost bought it at a flea market on Friday, but Brian was hesitant. Which is good, because we found THE SAME PIECE OF FURNITURE on clearance at Target for literally 25% of the price at the flea market. Unfortunately, no Target in the tri-state area has any left. But they still have them on display ... go figure. Alas. Our search begins anew.
3. We also attempted to buy a Christmas tree Friday evening. Two lots were closed, the baby was crying, it was close to bedtime, and we nearly called it a bust when we found one place that was open. I gave a little speech before we got out of the car - "We know what they're going to cost. We're know we're going to pay for it. A 30$ Christmas tree does not exist. So be prepared." Well, their trees were all misshapen and frumpy and more Charlie Brownish than we wanted, so we actually didn't buy a tree there. But the next morning, Brian heard an advertisement for a Christmas tree farm that sells - yes - 30$ trees.
Apparently the larger lesson this weekend was about me eating my words.
4 comments:
I hate trees. Really. I must have one to appease the family, so we have a fake one. I hate the smell of pine. I hate putting one up and taking one down every year. They hold no symbolism at all for me.
Go on, call me Scrooge. Corey does. ;)
Now, I could get really into celebrating passover. But, Christmas just doesn't do it for me.
I love trees (and am trying to teach my husband to do so), but we won't be putting one up this year, most likely with everything going on.
By the way, did you paint this weekend? We did. We bleached, scraped, spackled, sanded, primed, painted and caulked the tiniest bathroom (with the highest ceiling ever) in the world with both of us, a ladder and every imagineable painting supply ever made.
I would have much rather been with you!
I think Heather is a Communist.
A tree-hating communist at that. She'd fit right in in China. :) (we still love you heather!)
and just for the record, i never bought a tree (real tree at that...umm smell that pine!) for more than $35.
hope your baby gets on a sleep schedule soon! i know you need it. and i'm praying for granny, et al
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